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The Fate of a Goth Girl

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Oblivious in his drunken stupor to the ridicule around him, Galerius, with significant help from his supporting soldier, lined up his prick with Barbara's open and defenseless cunt. The girl, who had her head hanging, trying to endure the painful bondage, had not seen the young man approach. However, when she felt the head of his member press into her lips, her head shot up, and she cried out, "SKOHS!" (FUCK!)

Barbara had dedicated herself and her body to be a chaste priestess of the goddess, Frauja (Freyja). While the Goths were Christian, their conversion was less than fifty years earlier. Like the Romans of the day, they retained some allegiance to their former pagan deities. However, as most girls in their teens, Barb had fantasized about being with a man, a young, strong, and handsome man who would take her gently with passionate love and no pain. This drunken, disgusting Roman was about as far from her adolescent dreams as any male could be.
“Guþ, ni! (God, no!)” she begged.

Galerius, his head lodged between her pussy-lips drove suddenly forward. No lubrication, no foreplay, no concern for her feelings, just a violent thrust to force his prick into her dry, virgin passage.
“Aahhiiiaaaaa," screamed Barb at the tearing pain. Galerius gave her no chance to recover but jumped forward again. However, in his drunken stupor, he swayed sideways and succeeded in losing his beachhead and balance and fell down beside the girl. This time Morgurix didn't even try to quell the laughter. The officials howled as loudly as the soldiers.
The Governor's son cursed and tried, slowly, to raise himself from the ground. Wanting the embarrassing spectacle to end, Gaius gave the Optio some instructions. He, in turn, took three soldiers and went to help the young man to his feet. One soldier stood to each side and steadied Garlerius's arms on Barb's flanks to keep him upright. The third reluctantly followed Morgurix's command and guided the man's cock to back between her lips. Then, standing directly behind, he grabbed the fat hips and drove them forward.
An even louder cry of pain came from Barb as this hard blow drove the head up against her hymen. Galerius had recovered enough to release a moan of deep pleasure. The soldier grabbed the big hips again and shoved harder. With that thrust, the cock tore through her maidenhead and lodged to the hilt in her sore and rasped passage.
 
twonines said:
The sad thing is that this is probably the least unpleasant aspect of Barbara`s ordeal!
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But probably the most unpleasant part to watch, especially for us torture watchers!

Raping Barb? Yawn, when’s the fellatio coming, she seems to react rather deliciously to that!

but I know what I came to see, and it certainly isn’t that bumbling fool. Oh I laughed, but we all know he’s a pathetic buffoon.

it’s a compensation that Barb is presented so well....
 
Loinclothslave1 said:
But probably the most unpleasant part to watch, especially for us torture watchers!

Raping Barb? Yawn, when’s the fellatio coming, she seems to react rather deliciously to that!

but I know what I came to see, and it certainly isn’t that bumbling fool. Oh I laughed, but we all know he’s a pathetic buffoon.

it’s a compensation that Barb is presented so well....
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Remind me to not invite you to my next gangrape, spoilsport! ;)
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Oblivious in his drunken stupor to the ridicule around him, Galerius, with significant help from his supporting soldier, lined up his prick with Barbara's open and defenseless cunt. The girl, who had her head hanging, trying to endure the painful bondage, had not seen the young man approach. However, when she felt the head of his member press into her lips, her head shot up, and she cried out, "SKOHS!" (FUCK!)

Barbara had dedicated herself and her body to be a chaste priestess of the goddess, Frauja (Freyja). While the Goths were Christian, their conversion was less than fifty years earlier. Like the Romans of the day, they retained some allegiance to their former pagan deities. However, as most girls in their teens, Barb had fantasized about being with a man, a young, strong, and handsome man who would take her gently with passionate love and no pain. This drunken, disgusting Roman was about as far from her adolescent dreams as any male could be.
“Guþ, ni! (God, no!)” she begged.

Galerius, his head lodged between her pussy-lips drove suddenly forward. No lubrication, no foreplay, no concern for her feelings, just a violent thrust to force his prick into her dry, virgin passage.
“Aahhiiiaaaaa," screamed Barb at the tearing pain. Galerius gave her no chance to recover but jumped forward again. However, in his drunken stupor, he swayed sideways and succeeded in losing his beachhead and balance and fell down beside the girl. This time Morgurix didn't even try to quell the laughter. The officials howled as loudly as the soldiers.
The Governor's son cursed and tried, slowly, to raise himself from the ground. Wanting the embarrassing spectacle to end, Gaius gave the Optio some instructions. He, in turn, took three soldiers and went to help the young man to his feet. One soldier stood to each side and steadied Garlerius's arms on Barb's flanks to keep him upright. The third reluctantly followed Morgurix's command and guided the man's cock to back between her lips. Then, standing directly behind, he grabbed the fat hips and drove them forward.
An even louder cry of pain came from Barb as this hard blow drove the head up against her hymen. Galerius had recovered enough to release a moan of deep pleasure. The soldier grabbed the big hips again and shoved harder. With that thrust, the cock tore through her maidenhead and lodged to the hilt in her sore and rasped passage.
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"... he swayed sideways and succeeded in losing his beachhead and balance and fell down beside the girl ..." The Goddess Frauia was smiling down upon her 'Chaste Priestess' - at least temporarily!
 
This conquest by Antonius silenced the laughter and was celebrated by a round of applause. Soon the young man's desire broke through his alcoholic stupor, and he was driving his hips on his own into the tight, warm vagina of the Goth girl. The soldiers stepped back (though remaining close if needed) and cheered him on as he plowed the virgin field. Barb's screams had reduced to grunts and moans of pain as she struggled to deal with the pain in her pussy on top of her other stresses. Now Galerius was pumping his hips at full speed and surprisingly quickly reached his climax and spilled his seed into her womb. He gave a loud cry and collapsed on her back. Seeing him begin to slip, the soldiers took his arms and gently guided him back to his seat, and assisted him in donning his clothes.

The dignitaries and the ordinary soldiers returned their attention to the naked, sweat-covered girl in the atrium center. Drips of liquid, white and red, ran down her inner thighs as she hung in her bondage. Lucius Piso, as the ranking patrician present, rose to take his turn at the girl. Even well into his forties, the Quaestor sported a large and hard erection as he approached her rear. He slapped her butt hard, drawing a groan, and then used his hands to spread her cheeks. It soon became apparent that he was interested in exploring her other nether asset. He spat on his hand and wetted her anus with his fingers before shoving one in to test the passage. Barb howled in protest and cursed, most appropriately, "maihstus (shit)!”

Not the least deterred, Lucius positioned his raging hard-on at the girl's rear entrance and grabbed her hips for leverage. He gave a strong thrust, and the head was lodged in her hole. If anything, Barb’s cry of pain at this exceeded the one when her hymen was ripped.

Lucius took his time savoring the sensation of the girl's tight little asshole. Slowly he pounded back and forth as she whimpered and begged at the painful invasion. At last, Piso reached his climax, thrusting brutally into her rear. Drawing out his cock, he saw a gratifying coating of blood. "I've also delivered a primum sanguinem ictum,” he laughed to his companions.
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
Even well into his forties, the Quaestor sported a large and hard erection as he approached her rear. He slapped her butt hard, drawing a groan, and then used his hands to spread her cheeks. It soon became apparent that he was interested in exploring her other nether asset.
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Oh shit! Not that!!
 
Praefectus Praetorio said:
This conquest by Antonius silenced the laughter and was celebrated by a round of applause. Soon the young man's desire broke through his alcoholic stupor, and he was driving his hips on his own into the tight, warm vagina of the Goth girl. The soldiers stepped back (though remaining close if needed) and cheered him on as he plowed the virgin field. Barb's screams had reduced to grunts and moans of pain as she struggled to deal with the pain in her pussy on top of her other stresses. Now Galerius was pumping his hips at full speed and surprisingly quickly reached his climax and spilled his seed into her womb. He gave a loud cry and collapsed on her back. Seeing him begin to slip, the soldiers took his arms and gently guided him back to his seat, and assisted him in donning his clothes.

The dignitaries and the ordinary soldiers returned their attention to the naked, sweat-covered girl in the atrium center. Drips of liquid, white and red, ran down her inner thighs as she hung in her bondage. Lucius Piso, as the ranking patrician present, rose to take his turn at the girl. Even well into his forties, the Quaestor sported a large and hard erection as he approached her rear. He slapped her butt hard, drawing a groan, and then used his hands to spread her cheeks. It soon became apparent that he was interested in exploring her other nether asset. He spat on his hand and wetted her anus with his fingers before shoving one in to test the passage. Barb howled in protest and cursed, most appropriately, "maihstus (shit)!”

Not the least deterred, Lucius positioned his raging hard-on at the girl's rear entrance and grabbed her hips for leverage. He gave a strong thrust, and the head was lodged in her hole. If anything, Barb’s cry of pain at this exceeded the one when her hymen was ripped.

Lucius took his time savoring the sensation of the girl's tight little asshole. Slowly he pounded back and forth as she whimpered and begged at the painful invasion. At last, Piso reached his climax, thrusting brutally into her rear. Drawing out his cock, he saw a gratifying coating of blood. "I've also delivered a primum sanguinem ictum,” he laughed to his companions.
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Two virgin orifices down, one to go :) ...
 
Fossy said:
Two virgin orifices down, one to go :) ...
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"I don't do that," in Gothic (per @Barbaria1 ) Ist ni binaúhan! Ni niutan! Wiljáu ni! Im ni! (It is not allowed! I do not enjoy! I do not want! I do NOT!)
However, as in "I'll do it, but I don't swallow" (per @Kathy ) - Ik ni fraslindan.
 
As the Quaestor returned to his seat and took a proffered goblet of wine, Marcus Lycus stood to take his shot. Quickly doffing his robes, he was inside her cunt in just a moment and pounding hard and fast to encouraging cheers from the crowd. Though Barbara was still drowning in a sea of humiliation and pain, the exhausted girl reacted far less to the violent assault.
Turning to Galerius and Lucius even as he continued to ream Barb’s pussy, Marcus complained, “You two have taken all the ferociam (ferocity, insolence) out of the bitch. She takes my cock like an old, stretched-out whore."
Calixtus replied with a laugh, "It's hard to see that young german bitch as an old whore. However, Lycus, I've provided a vectem (lever or pole) for your use," pointing to the rope coming down beside Barb's hips. "Pull on that to wrench her arms, and I promise she'll jump like a wild virgin!"

The slave trader turned back to the rope and gave it a strong tug downward. It felt to the Goth girl as if her arms were torn from her shoulder sockets. She let loose a piercing scream and shook her body wildly. Her motions, as well as her cunt clamping down on her tormentor's prick, gave the slave trader an incredible stimulus. Lycus gave a deep groan and drove harder into her tortured passage. A more tugs and hard, fast thrusts, and the man shot his load and almost collapsed from release.
 
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